Yeah. I'll come pick you up at six. We'll need a little daylight left to get started.

[She smiles, standing so she can walk him over to the door to her room. He gets a sweet kiss before he goes, and Chrissy goes over to fall back into bed with a sigh and a smile on her face.

Essentially useless with how excited she is, she spends the rest of the day relaxing and pampering herself in her hotel room. Of course, she calls and makes the necessary arrangements for their date. And takes entirely too long getting ready, trying on at least five different outfits before setting on something that she can actually manage to move around on a sailboat in. She has a little dinner set up for them right outside a port elsewhere, and makes arrangements to check in for dinner by eight.

She's in a car and waiting outside his hotel exactly at six, and once he's inside the back seat with her she's quick to offer him a grin and lean in to properly kiss him. This is officially a date now, she can do that. If her driver of the night thinks anything about this, he doesn't say anything.]

Don't worry. It's not my usual driver. No one knows I'm taking you out.

[He was worried about being fired, and she doesn't want to let that happen to him.]